my lists will be works in progress as I can get new models. I'm basically going to break it down into three factions. At first it'll be a mixture of all but it'll become more distinct as time goes on.
1: warlord with eshin and skyre (the rich)
2: grey seer with pestilens (the fanatic)
3. vermin lord with moulder (and the monstrous)
clan Rustileto and various intrigues
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clan Rustileto and various intrigues
It's easy to die in the swamp. What's hard is to staying dead.
-Alten Ashley
Iron within, Iron without
-Alten Ashley
Iron within, Iron without
Re: Warhammer Fantasy campaign 2012 - Warhammer Risk!
Looking forward to it Colonel VossColonel Voss wrote:I've got a story written out for my faction and their little civil war and one upmanship gaming (hey, they're skaven, they're always plotting) that I will try to type up here on sunday or monday.
I will endeavour to do something of the same for the Wood Elf HAwk Lords and their own motivations to leave their lofty halls. 
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Re: Warhammer Fantasy campaign 2012 - Warhammer Risk!
Grey Seer Ulskitter Tarkat cursed his enemies once more, particullarly that blasted warlord of clan Rustileto, Warlord Parket Squiltooth. His perfectly and ingeniously mastered planned had been ruined by them. How had it all gone wrong?
Sniffing around, he wondered if some of his slaves might be spies for them. He watched them bow down. They bowed low, fear running through them at what their master had thought. He spotted one who wasn't bowing low enough and realized that was probably the proud spy. Spark and green lightning flew from his fingers, quickly followed by a high pitched squeal and the smell of burnt fur. Tarkat felt much better now and turned his immeasurable intellect to the situation at hand.
He had came to clan Rustileto in all his power and glory with a masterful plan that would reward himself greatly in the eyes of the council of 13. Had the clan followed he would be showered in praise and Squiltooth would be a fortunate servant of his.
But instead the warlord had sent Eshin assassins and gutter runners after him. Though mighty he was, Tarkat realized that he couldn't fight off so many and so had sacrificed his slaves to escape only to find his way into the cave of a pet Hellpit abomination of the warlord. Fortunately, he was able to get out of the way while the abomination ate the rest of the assassins. Unfortunately, he was unable to escape the cave. Left with no other choices, he had found a small place where the abomination could not reach him and summoned the Vermin Lord to seek its aid.
Cursedly, the Vermin Lord had plans of its own. After cowing the abomination and making it his pet, it had marched in and forced the warlord and Rakat to join it on this endeavor. Now Tarkat had to find a way to restore his control of the situation and make this work for him. But there had to be more spies and more assassins on the way. He needed allies. The vermin lord had seemed to hold sway over Moulder and Warlord Squiltooth had the money to hire Eshin and Skyre, so Tarkat needed someone who would see him for what he was. Pestilens sounded like the right choice and soon his mind was quickly concocting plans to upsurt his control over.
Sniffing around, he wondered if some of his slaves might be spies for them. He watched them bow down. They bowed low, fear running through them at what their master had thought. He spotted one who wasn't bowing low enough and realized that was probably the proud spy. Spark and green lightning flew from his fingers, quickly followed by a high pitched squeal and the smell of burnt fur. Tarkat felt much better now and turned his immeasurable intellect to the situation at hand.
He had came to clan Rustileto in all his power and glory with a masterful plan that would reward himself greatly in the eyes of the council of 13. Had the clan followed he would be showered in praise and Squiltooth would be a fortunate servant of his.
But instead the warlord had sent Eshin assassins and gutter runners after him. Though mighty he was, Tarkat realized that he couldn't fight off so many and so had sacrificed his slaves to escape only to find his way into the cave of a pet Hellpit abomination of the warlord. Fortunately, he was able to get out of the way while the abomination ate the rest of the assassins. Unfortunately, he was unable to escape the cave. Left with no other choices, he had found a small place where the abomination could not reach him and summoned the Vermin Lord to seek its aid.
Cursedly, the Vermin Lord had plans of its own. After cowing the abomination and making it his pet, it had marched in and forced the warlord and Rakat to join it on this endeavor. Now Tarkat had to find a way to restore his control of the situation and make this work for him. But there had to be more spies and more assassins on the way. He needed allies. The vermin lord had seemed to hold sway over Moulder and Warlord Squiltooth had the money to hire Eshin and Skyre, so Tarkat needed someone who would see him for what he was. Pestilens sounded like the right choice and soon his mind was quickly concocting plans to upsurt his control over.
It's easy to die in the swamp. What's hard is to staying dead.
-Alten Ashley
Iron within, Iron without
-Alten Ashley
Iron within, Iron without
Re: Warhammer Fantasy campaign 2012 - Warhammer Risk!
He is the rat you love to hate. He is like the skaven Blackadder! Look forward to more his his scheming and mischief.Colonel Voss wrote:Tarkat felt much better now and turned his immeasurable intellect to the situation at hand.